Apartment Above Needful Things; Tuesday Late Morning

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Harley had spent most of the weekend on the mainland. Not just Baltimore, either - she'd taken the kid out on a little road trip. Yanno, for life lessons! Most of them criminal, of course, but that was sort of how their mentorship worked, so someone else could handle the boring stuff. Anyway, they'd had fun!

So much of it, in fact, that Harley had only landed back on the island late on Monday evening. Technically probably Tuesday? Which meant that after she'd passed out and slept her fill, the day was already well on its way. She rolled groggily out of bed, shambled her way into the living room --

And groaned when she saw the glitter bomb still waiting on the coffee table, and not downstairs attached to the front door ready to explode on Frenchie if he showed up again this week. Whether he'd already shown up or not, Harley was not in a state to go set it up now.

She shuffled around some more, in search of her phone, which she found discarded on the kitchen counter. No calls, no messages apart from Cass informing her she'd ordered breakfast delivery on Harley's account. Harley looked at the phone for a long moment more anyway, tapping her thumb against the side of it in thought. Groggy, still sleepy, not yet caffeinated thought.

And pulled up a number she'd had for a while but never actually texted before.

(Successfully, anyway. There was that time on her birthday.)

You awake yet?

(expecting one but can be open for other stuff as well!)

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[hasaknightjob]

"It is my breakfast," Marc agreed.

Still not moving to the side.

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"Uh huh!" Harley agreed, obnoxiously bright in her tone. "So it's no concern of mine. Glad we agree!"

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Marc tsked, "Don't care if I starve, huh?"

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"If this is the kind of obstacle that starves ya," Harley replied, with a shit-eating grin and zero remorse, "then even you've gotta admit you deserve it."

[hasaknightjob]

In which case Marc was going to try to lift her up and put her in a chair.

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Well, he did the first part just fine! Because Harley allowed it. Even obligingly clung to him again to make it easier.

The putting her in a chair, though...? That seemed like the sort of thing where he'd need her to let go again, didn't it? Yanno, for it to work.

Harley did not.

[hasaknightjob]

That got a breath out of him which might have been related to a laugh. Once he picked up on how things were going - or not going as the case might be - he pivoted. Literally, as he now attempted to sit down and get Harley in his lap instead.

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Harley had less reason to object to that. So even though she yelped a little, with something only half-coherent about her legs, she managed to get said legs in a position that allowed him to sit down and her to keep straddling him as he did. And no bullshit moves or being a pain about it!

Just her laughing, but that always happened.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc looked at her smugly. Which might seem like a strange reaction if his goal was to get her out of his way.

So yeah, funny about that.

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Harley tilted her head. "What's with the face?" she asked, and gasped, big and theatrical. "Have I played right into your hands, you snake?"

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Marc looked down, where his hands were on her hips, then back up at her.

Smugly.

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Harley followed his gaze, then met his smug look with raised eyebrows.

"And this is gonna help ya with breakfast?"

[hasaknightjob]

"You could reach it for me," Marc pointed out.

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The eyebrows stayed up, but Harley's chin came down.

"Are ya gonna ask nice?" she cajoled. "Huh?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Would it actually get me my food if I did?" Marc replied, quirking his eyebrows right back at her.

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"Guess ya gotta try it to find out," Harley retorted, and tapped a few fingertips against his chin. "Also, our food, sweetie, come on now."

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"I don't need to ask you to get your own burrito," Marc pointed out. Because he could be a pain too.

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"Fine!" Harley replied - and finally reached back for the bag.

Three guesses whether she was only going to be digging out one burrito, and whether he was going to get it.

[hasaknightjob]

"Can I have mine?" Marc asked, now that things were actually happening. He leaned up to kiss her neck. "Please."

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"That all ya got?" Harley replied, heartlessly. Like her breath hadn't just caught a little, and like her lips weren't tugging into a smile.

[hasaknightjob]

"Yep," Marc said. Though he did kiss her neck again.

[totalwildcard]

"Too bad."

So there was just the one burrito, which Harley was attempting to unwrap with just the one hand.

She could have brought the other one over to help, but that sort of maneuvering would have jostled him, and she didn't want to be that directly responsible for him pulling away. Despite her other current actions.

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"Yours has bacon," Marc told her. There was a scrawled B on the label to indicate which was which.

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Harley paused to examine the burrito a little closer.

And then the melodramatic sagging of her shoulders betrayed which one she was holding even before the big sigh of, "Well, fuck. I had such a good thing going!"

Being an ass.

[hasaknightjob]

"Figured you'd like it," Marc said. "How they normally come."